The glory days of Halloween candy

By CHARLES FERRUZZA

Last year I wrote a Pitch feature on my lifelong love for candy, partly reminiscing on the childhood sugar orgy better known as Halloween. I’m old enough to have trick-or-treated, back when neighbors still gave out shiny red apples as a treat — before the big razor blade scare of the 1960s made handing out fruit and unwrapped candy dates practically an act of terrorism. I never liked the apples, though, and invariably tossed them out of my bag so I’d have more room for the good stuff. And when I say good stuff, I mean full-sized candy bars and treats, not the stingy “miniatures” of today.